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xoxomenai rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 1:55 pm
Caverns cold and damp felt strange, so opposite of the warm arid sands of his homeland. Kiwi moved forward carefully, fingers pressed to the rust-stained walls as he stepped within the abandoned hideout. Crumbled stone and debris lay everywhere, the place could be a haven for ghosts as easily as hunters. But he was here to make certain the clan claimed it first.
He began to rummage through the rubble, searching for anything he could use to mark the horsemen's presence within the base. His fingers latched onto a damp piece of cloth and he tugged hard. Hard enough to send him reeling backwards as the item came free.
Clink-Clank-Clang!
Something clattered to the ground as his foot came down, and pain seared up his ankle, followed by a brief blue glow. It was a dagger, a runic one, that had somehow survived in the cloth satchel he now held in his hands. He snatched it quickly between his fingers and hurled it out the cave entrance. It wasn't what he was looking for, but the salty depths of the sea would be certain no hunter returned for it.
HP: -5
HP: 45/50
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xoxomenai rolled 1 100-sided dice:
75
Total: 75 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 11:38 am
Further exploration of the room led him to another tunnel system. It was difficult to tell if it had been blasted into the wall, or purposely dug out, but either way it had to lead somewhere. Leaving the satchel behind, he tucked his wings in and slipped through. Cold porous rock rose and ebbed in front of him as he inched slowly along the crevice. The damp rock and wet puddles beneath his feet made each step slippery, and his wings were already cramped in the narrow space, the rock wall scraping against them with every step.
HP: -10 (Wings)
HP: 35/50
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xoxomenai rolled 1 100-sided dice:
47
Total: 47 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 11:54 am
The narrow passage soon evened out, giving way to a small room, littered with dust and faded furniture. One of those devices ... what did the scarelings call it?? Oh yes! Skellyvision, sat by one corner of the room. Kiwi approached it carefully, unsure what uses such a hunter device could have. A small flat case by the metal box read "Wreck It".
Well, that was one thing he could agree on. Kiwi summoned his chained scythe, bringing the curved blade down across the skellyvision's screen.
+1 Hunter Tech Destroyed
HP: 35/50
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